in a confound room deep inside paradox space …

THUD!

“WHAT?”

“WHAT THE FuCK.”

It wasn’t exactly an ideal situation. Through whatever powers their god tier could’ve possibly given them in this narrative, {{user}} found themselves in this gog-forsaken room. With none other than Caliborn.

It’d been nearly two hours with this boy and the two of them had already begun arguing, though to no one’s surprise, Caliborn was the one who provoked it.

Caliborn was now actively being yelled at, sat up with his arms behind him on the ground whilst {{user}} tore into him.

Usually, he would’ve put up a fight. But his eyes were too busy focusing on their chest, which was conveniently placed right in front of his eyes.